At that moment, Lu Xiaochan's heart seemed to be grabbed and torn, as if her soul was about to break apart.
"Xiaochan, why are you crying?"
Shu Wuxi's knuckles scraped across Lu Xiaochan's cheek, and his brows furrowed.
"I... I was just thinking that when True Lord Lingyuan passed away, he must have wanted to take another look at Jian Zong."
Shu Wuxi took Lu Xiaochan into his arms and patted him on the back.
Mo Qianqiu sighed: "It doesn't matter if it takes thousands of years to cultivate. For the two immortal saints, it is better to spend a few decades to 'find a person who loves you and stay together till old age'."
"So, beneath this abyss is the devil city of the evil god Chaos?"
Lu Xiaochan narrowed her eyes. No wonder she could see the vague evil aura.
But the evil spirit is too deep, probably tens of thousands of miles away. Otherwise, with Lu Xiaochan's keen eyes, he wouldn't see it so unreal.
"Yes. In order to prevent the evil spirits in the Demon City from coming out, the first Yangcang Sword Sect sealed it. Later, the Xiyuan Sword Sect built the Chongluan Palace on this cliff to guard the entrance to the Demon City."
"I see." Lu Xiaochan nodded.
It seems that Xiyuan is a fortress to defend against the evil spirits in the Demon City.
"Come on, let's go in."
Mo Qianqiu smiled faintly and led his disciples into the sect on flying swords.
The entrance to Chongluan Palace is a void. Only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can pass through the void and enter.
Lu Xiaochan was originally worried that her cultivation was not good enough, but she did not expect that she could pass through so easily.
Mo Qianqiu only brought six disciples, including Lu Xiaochan and Shu Wuxian, and they all successfully passed through the door.
There are rock walls everywhere in Chongluan Palace, and there are small streams flowing down along the rock walls. That is the Xiyuan water vein.
The spiritual energy of the entire Xiyuan seemed to be gathered in this palace, and even the water mist was covered with a thin layer of spiritual light.
Among the water light, you can also see countless butterflies dancing, the scene is really lively and wonderful.
“What are these butterflies?”
Lu Xiaochan stretched out her finger, and a tiny butterfly landed on her fingertips.
They have no substance but are condensed from spiritual energy.
"Little bumpkin, this is the remnant of the sword intent of the successive sword masters of Xiyuan." Mo Qianqiu replied with a smile.
"Ah?" Lu Xiaochan tugged at Shu Wuxi's sleeve and whispered, "Why is it that the remnant of the sword intent of all the previous sword masters in Wuyijingtian is such a large sea of Wuyi swords? The one in Xiyuan is Lingdie?"
"Because the first sword master in Wuyi Realm had ten thousand years of cultivation, the residual sword will was so great that it could not be condensed."
"oh… "
Lu Xiaochan pondered secretly, according to this view, all the sects in the world were established after the state of mind.
Only Tailing Pavilion, like Wuyijingtian, originated from the ancient times.
Lu Xiaochan was a little proud of the long history of his sect.
"What are you so proud of? You are just a disciple of Master Lingyuan, not the real master." Mo Qianqiu saw through Lu Xiaochan's thoughts at a glance.
"Tsk, you are jealous of me."
"Hehe." Mo Qianqiu was too lazy to pay attention to him.
At this time, the female leader who had secretly mocked Mo Qianqiu also passed through the Void Gate of Chongluan Palace. When she turned around, she found that there was not a single disciple left by her side.
Mo Qianqiu walked past her with a smile: "Master Yu, it's a blessing."
"What a blessing?" Sect Leader Yu turned around and looked at Mo Qianqiu with raised eyebrows.
"None of your disciples can pass through the gate of Chongluan Palace, so you don't have to worry about me seducing your soul and practicing spiritual cultivation with me."
The expression on Sect Leader Yu's face was extremely ugly.
"Palace Master Qianqiu, you should worry more about yourself! Xiyuan does not welcome you! If Chunning Jun saw you, he would probably pull out your tendons and bones!"
Lu Xiaochan observed her aura and knew that she was very angry.
But who is this Chun Ning Jun
"Hahaha, if that little slut Chun Ning Jun comes, I will flirt with him properly, so that I won't be called a pervert or a playboy for more than a thousand years, which is not worthy of the name."
Mo Qianqiu's smile was obviously not serious, but also very attractive, making it impossible to dislike him.
Master Yu's face instantly turned red: "You..."
"Or is it that Master Yu is so serious, but is he actually thinking about me in his heart?" Mo Qianqiu stepped forward.
"Get out of here!" Sect Leader Yu pushed Mo Qianqiu away and strode away.
It seems that this Chun Ning Jun is also a female disciple of Xi Yuan, and she had some "tragic" past with Mo Qianqiu!
Lu Xiaochan looked at Mo Qianqiu with ill intentions.
Mo Qianqiu was about to hit Lu Xiaochan on the head with the hilt of the sword, but Shu Wuxi, who had been silent all the time, raised his hand, blocked Lu Xiaochan's head, and held up the hilt of Mo Qianqiu's sword.
Lu Xiaochan became proud and deliberately raised her head and touched the back of Shu Wuxi's hand.
"Lu Xiaochan, don't be so proud. If we talk about who is the most daring among all the immortal sects, who else can it be but you? You have such evil ideas."
"Thank you, thank you, hehe." Lu Xiaochan asked again, "Is Chun Ningjun good-looking?"
"It's not good-looking. Have you ever heard the saying that ugly people are often mischievous?"
"Oh, you look down on her, so she is just trying to get you..." Lu Xiaochan thought about the scripts she had heard before and started to make up her own story, "Then she said you were rude to her! She is Xiyuan Jingtian's disciple, and she is a woman. Everyone believes her, not you! Right?"
Mo Qianqiu looked at him, and even his smile gradually disappeared.
Lu Xiaochan suddenly realized that maybe she was right.
"Well... you also said that ugly people tend to do weird things..."
"What should I do if everyone in the world says that I, Mo Qianqiu... have evil intentions and are a disgrace to the righteousness of the noble family?"
Lu Xiaochan looked at him, then looked at Shu Wuxi beside him.
"I don't know what to do..." Lu Xiaochan spread his hands.
Mo Qianqiu smiled and lowered his eyes.
"Anyway, the 'people of the world' you mentioned definitely doesn't include me. I don't know what you should do. But I know what I should do."
"Oh? What are you going to do?"
"I beat those who bullied you so hard that they fell to their knees and begged for mercy!"
Mo Qianqiu turned his head and smiled: "Everyone in Xiyuan openly or secretly doesn't think I'm a good person. Can you defeat them all?"
Lu Xiaochan laughed again: "I can't beat the one who still has Brother Wuxi! They rely on their numbers to bully you! Then we will also use our power to bully others and cling to Brother Wuxi's thigh!"
Mo Qianqiu looked at Shu Wuxi, then at Lu Xiaochan, and sighed.
“It’s so disgusting!”
Seeing that Mo Qianqiu had returned to his usual carefree and comfortable self, Lu Xiaochan let out a sigh of relief.
"The gate of Chongluan Palace is really interesting." Lu Xiaochan said with a smile, "The leaders of each sect will definitely bring their most elite disciples here.
When everyone sits down, they can compare with each other to see who has the most disciples behind them. The more disciples there are, the stronger the sect is. "
Mo Qianqiu turned around and smiled: "Yes!"
Lu Xiaochan added: "I looked around and found that you brought in the most people. Are you feeling proud now?"
"Yeah. I like this feeling, they are jealous of me but can't defeat me."
"Stop talking, I want to hit you."
The group of people from Qianqiu Palace walked forward. This palace road surrounded by stone walls was about to come to an end, and the view in front of them suddenly became clear.
Standing at the end to greet them was none other than Xiyuan Sword Sect's Hao Fu's junior fellow disciple, Master Faning.
Fanning looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, with a humble and elegant face.
Although he is Hao Fu's junior fellow apprentice, he is far less talented than Hao Fu. He lit up his Dan Yuan only when he was in his twenties, and reached the realm of "entering the state" only at the age of 42. His cultivation of more than 1,600 years is not as good as that of his three nephews.
This is also the reason why Hao Fu was in seclusion and his uncle could not take charge of the sword.
However, his qualifications are still there, and his style of doing things without offending anyone makes all the sects respect him very much.
"Palace Master Qianqiu is here, welcome." Master Faning glanced behind Mo Qianqiu and smiled meaningfully, "It's still the case that Palace Master Qianqiu, who doesn't care about fame and gain, has achieved great success without intending to do so."
"Master Faning, please forgive me for making fun of you. In the matter of cultivation, it is true that the master can only lead you to the door, but it is up to you to practice. A forced melon is not sweet."
Lu Xiaochan was confused and had no idea what they were talking about.
"Yes." Master Faning nodded and said, "Each sect wants to cultivate new talents. In order to strengthen their strength, they even go to great lengths to force their growth. Little do they know that cultivation is all about letting nature take its course. Forcing things will only breed obsession, which will limit the cultivation of their disciples."
After hearing this, Lu Xiaochan finally understood.
Other sect leaders always force their disciples to make progress, but the level of cultivation achieved through forced progress is no match for that achieved through letting things take their natural course.
Mo Qianqiu's attitude of "you can practice or not, forget it if you don't want to" has made the disciples of Qianqiu Palace grow wildly like weeds in the mountains. They are much more resilient than the carefully cultivated saplings of other sects.
Once you enter Chongluan Palace, there is a grand banquet to welcome the guests who come to watch the game.
Mo Qianqiu's seat was particularly far from the main seat.
"It seems that you are really not liked by Xiyuan." Lu Xiaochan asked, leaning forward.
Mo Qianqiu said indifferently: "Qianqiu Palace is the sword gate under Dongxu, and it is not welcomed anywhere."
Yes, it is the shame of Dongxu that the Dongxu Sword Sect was invaded by the evil spirit and fell into the evil path.
"Moreover, True Lord Chun Ning is the junior sister of Hao Fu of Xiyuan Sword Sect." Mo Qianqiu added.
Lu Xiaochan almost choked herself.
Xiyuan Sword Sect's junior sister, who is in charge of you, doesn't even want you? No wonder Xiyuan doesn't like you!
At this time, a light bell sound was heard, followed by bells from all directions, one after another, forming an endless melody.
"A distinguished guest has arrived. I guess you know them all." Mo Qianqiu whispered.
Lu Xiaochan saw a woman in white, walking slowly towards him. She was full of spiritual energy, and her figure was slender and graceful. Every step she took was filled with a light and graceful echo. Her appearance was exactly the same as Lianyue Yuanjun.
All the guests stood up and saluted her.
Following behind her was Ye Linshuang.
"So she is the sword master of Nanli Jingtian—Miaochen Yuanjun?" Lu Xiaochan exclaimed.
She was indeed the most beautiful woman Lu Xiaochan had ever seen.
This kind of beauty is not because of her elegant facial features, but because of the feeling she gives people, which is like the twilight in the sky, warm yet distant.
Ye Linshuang, who was following behind Miaochen Yuanjun, whispered, "Master, that one is here too."
Miaochen Yuanjun looked towards the end of the banquet and bowed humbly.
Everyone was amazed that Miaochen Yuanjun was so humble and polite to their subordinate sects, and they all bowed their heads to salute him.
Only Shu Wuxi stood still, just slightly bowing his head.
Lu Xiaochan naturally realized that Miaochen Yuanjun's bow was directed to Shu Wuxi.
After all, Shu Wuxi is the senior of Miaochen Yuanjun in terms of seniority.
The next person to take the table was Kunwu from Tailing Pavilion.
Kunwu had few disciples around him, and only brought one disciple, Ziqiao. It was not because there were few disciples in Tailing Pavilion who could pass through the palace gate, but because Kunwu felt that showing off in this regard was meaningless.
Lu Xiaochan also knelt down, with some food in front of him. The food was not fancy, but it was very delicate. It was just enough for two people, not too much or too little, so there would be no waste.
Shu Wuxi was sitting next to him, under the table, his hand clasping Lu Xiaochan's hand.
Lu Xiaochan knew that ever since the Locking Fairy Silk was stolen by Lianyue Yuanjun, Shu Wuxi had been worried about losing Lu Xiaochan.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Lu Xiaochan felt as if someone was looking at her.
He turned sideways, looked through the crowd of guests, and finally found the person who was looking at him.
It was Ling Nianwu, the owner of Zhiwu Villa.
Among the many leaders, he is the most elegant and handsome one.
Lu Xiaochan recalled the day when she fell from the roof of the teahouse and landed in his arms.
Ling Nianwu should be an old acquaintance of his from the time when he was still Li Chejun, but it was a pity that he didn't remember their past.
Moreover, Zhiwu Villa has a high status, and Ling Nianwu's seat is right next to Kunwu.
Kunwu also raised his glass to Ling Nianwu, it seemed that the two of them were very familiar with each other.
Lu Xiaochan quickly lowered his head, afraid that Kunwu would recognize him.
He came to Chongluan Palace. Based on Kunwu's understanding of him, he could definitely guess that he was not here to join in the fun. If he knew that he was here to take the heart of the "Earth Listening" tree, he would probably be furious.
At this time, everyone stood up again, and the host was about to take his seat.
They were exactly the three disciples of Hao Fu.
Their seats were below the main seat. Although they were in the center, facing guests from all sides, they were still lower than Miaochen Yuanjun's seat.
It seems that they still respect Miaochen Yuanjun, the leader of the Nanli Sword Sect, very much.
After some greetings, the gist of the event was to thank the guests from all over the world and said that no matter who would serve as Xiyuan's swordsman, he hoped that all sects would lend their full support, and so on.
Lu Xiaochan just wanted them to finish talking quickly. He was hungry and wanted to eat!
Shu Wuxi, who was beside him, picked up a fresh fruit, squeezed it lightly with his fingers, and the shell cracked without any sound. He then handed it to Lu Xiaochan's mouth.
Lu Xiaochan was very happy. It was most convenient to have brother Wuxi around!
Ah Wu bit it and poked Shu Wuxi's fingertip with malicious intent.
This fruit is really sweet!
Shu Wuxi seemed to like feeding Lu Xiaochan very much and stuffed the fruit into Lu Xiaochan's mouth. Lu Xiaochan held Shu Wuxi in her mouth and refused to let go.
Lu Xiaochan looked at him strangely, and Shu Wuxi pushed the fruit into his mouth again.
Lu Xiaochan was unhappy. How can I eat if you don’t let go
But Shu Wuxi refused to let go and pushed further in.
Lu Xiaochan looked at his focused expression and suddenly understood. She quickly touched Shu Wuxi's fingertips with the tip of her tongue, and the guy let go.
Seeing that Shu Wuxi was about to squeeze the fruit open again, Lu Xiaochan quickly grabbed his hand.
If you keep feeding like this, everyone will see it!
Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Hao Fu's three disciples.
Even though they only exchanged a few words, Lu Xiaochan could still sense that the three brothers were not on good terms with each other, and were bullying each other with their words.
Master Faning explained to everyone present the rules for selecting Xiyuan Sword Master.
Best of three games, sword battle.
In the Jianmen of Xiyuan, if anyone is interested in the position of the Sword Master, they can also go to the Wenxiantai to challenge.
Other sword sects, upon receiving the challenge, can also fight it out on the Questioning Immortal Platform in front of all the immortal sects as witnesses.
Lu Xiaochan propped up her chin and couldn't help asking, "It's obviously Xiyuan who's choosing the palm sword, why do other sects' competitions have to get involved?"
Lu Xiaochan knew that Shu Wuxi definitely didn't understand these rules, and he didn't bother to understand them, so he flicked the fruit core he had just eaten and hit it right on the back of Mo Qianqiu's neck.
Mo Qianqiu used the secret sound technique to whisper in Lu Xiaochan's ear: "Are you thick-skinned?"
Lu Xiaochan looked around and found that none of the other disciples in Qianqiu Palace reacted, as if she was the only one who heard it.
This secret technique is really interesting!
He squinted his eyes and watched carefully the method of Mo Qianqiu's spiritual energy circulation, followed and learned it, and also said to Mo Qianqiu with the secret sound technique: "Since you are my head, why don't you teach me and answer my questions?"
Mo Qianqiu picked up the tea and took a sip.
"There are many immortal sects in the world, and there are always grudges between them over the years. Small matters are not worth mentioning, but when encountering major matters that have been unresolved, or when someone feels that the solution is unfair, they can be resolved in public, under the witness of everyone. Since the winner and loser are already determined in public, they can no longer fight endlessly in private."
"So, Wenxiantai is the place where disputes between the various immortal sects are settled?"
"Yes, you can understand it that way."
After Master Faning finished explaining the rules of tomorrow's contest on the Immortal Platform, his three nephews came down holding wine glasses and toasted each of them to express their gratitude for the distinguished guests who had come from afar.
Lu Xiaochan observed carefully and found that when they toasted Miaochen Yuanjun, their attitude was the most respectful and they spoke the least.
After all, Miaochen Yuanjun was the one with the highest apparent cultivation level among those present, and his mind and character were also the most cultivated. His expression was like that of an old monk in meditation, as calm as an ancient well.
She only needed to nod and take a sip of wine, and the three men didn't even dare to urge her to drink more.
When they toasted Kunwu, they talked obviously more.
Judging from Kunwu's fake smile, he probably said something like hoping to get support from Tailing Pavilion. Kunwu was afraid of trouble, so he would definitely feel uncomfortable eating at this kind of banquet for forming cliques, but he had to come.
Next is Ling Nianwu’s place.
It’s true, among so many people present, apart from Miaochen Yuanjun, Ling Nianwu is the most graceful and cultured, and the way he holds the wine glass is also pleasing to the eye.
Ling Nianwu probably knew that Lu Xiaochan was looking at him, so he turned his head slightly and curled the corner of his lips in the direction of Lu Xiaochan.
You have a really beautiful smile.
But unfortunately, I already have a brother named Wuxi!
Shu Wuxi, who was sitting on the other side of Lu Xiaochan, reached out his hand, covered his eyes, and turned him towards himself.
Lu Xiaochan giggled and raised her glass to toast Shu Wuxi.
The nearby leaders would greet each other and chat for a while.
But Mo Qianqiu was different. He looked lazy from beginning to end. He leaned sideways, supported his chin with one hand, and drank intermittently with his eyes squinted.
The person sitting opposite him happened to be the leader of the Muyang Sect, and behind the leader was a female disciple.
The female disciple looked at Mo Qianqiu, who seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and blushed for some reason.
Among the many sect leaders, only Mo Qianqiu is the most unruly.
But such an uninhibited tune is most likely to attract the souls of those serious female disciples of the immortal sect.
As he was speaking, Master Faning had already led the three people to Mo Qianqiu.
Chen Jiejun and Qing Lingjun obviously didn't take Mo Qianqiu seriously. They casually toasted with a glass of wine and turned away.
Mo Qianqiu didn't take their attitude seriously and was too lazy to even lift up his wine glass.
However, Zhao Lanjun's attitude was different from that of his two senior brothers. He raised his wine glass very solemnly.
Mo Qianqiu still looked like a fool. He casually picked up the wine glass, clinked it with the other party, and drank it all in one gulp.
Lord Zhao Lan said, "Palace Master Qianqiu is here to watch the battle, which makes me nervous."
"Why is Lord Zhao Lan so nervous? Judging from the cultivation of the three of you brothers, Lord Zhao Lan is the most likely to take the position of Palm Sword."
Zhao Lanjun nodded and smiled: "Palace Master, whether I can sit in the position of Sword Master depends not only on my cultivation, but also on the support of everyone present. Otherwise, what's the point of having the empty title of Sword Master if no one believes in me?"
Mo Qianqiu didn't respond, but just smiled.
Lord Zhao Lan added, "The Palace Master Qianqiu is a carefree person by nature, so he should not be interested in the battle of the palm sword. I am curious, why did the Palace Master come to Xiyuan?"
Mo Qianqiu raised his chin and smiled: "Of course - revenge is needed when revenge is needed, and injustice is needed when injustice is needed. In front of everyone, I want to make my enemy ashamed and speechless."
Zhao Lanjun looked as if he understood what was going on, but Lu Xiaochan felt that this person already knew very well the purpose of Mo Qianqiu's visit.
"Then I hope Palace Master Qianqiu can get what he wants."
After Zhao Lan-Jun left, Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but speak again: "This Zhao Lan-Jun seems kind and gentle, speaks slowly, and doesn't look as arrogant as his two senior brothers - but why do I still feel weird?"
"Because no one else thinks highly of me, Mo Qianqiu, he chose to talk to me. It's just like the saying goes, a weasel visiting a chicken for the New Year has ulterior motives."
Lu Xiaochan covered her mouth and laughed.
"So you are the little chicken, then I will be the weasel! Good things should be kept in the family!"
Mo Qianqiu raised the corners of his lips: "With your cunning mind, you still want to be a weasel. I'm afraid that your hair will be plucked out before your tail even gets up."
Lu Xiaochan glanced at Shu Wuxi. He looked quiet, but Lu Xiaochan had a vague feeling that he was a little dissatisfied with his desire to be a weasel.
The author has something to say: Xiao Chan and Brother Wuxi wish all the babies a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, may the full moon bring families together, and let us enjoy the moon together on the couch!
Mooncakes are now being distributed!
The ones filled with cicada fillings are sweet and sticky, and make you happy every day!
To my late brother Wuxi, within seven days a man of your dreams will appear and keep you happy for the rest of your life!